In what can only be described as an impulse decision, I agreed to drive with a friend to Chicago this weekend to help her move, then fly back to Mpls Monday morning to go to work. Things I didn't exactly consider...
1. I had knee surgery one month ago
2. I can't really help with the moving
But you know what, I think it will work out just fine. It's the sort of random weekend adventure that I need right now. It's going to be pretty low key, but anything could happen.
So, here's to not planning and just letting things happen.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
The Witness.
I was on my way to an impromptu happy hour at Pizza Luce after work tonight when I witnessed something I haven't seen before.
A man kicking in a car.
I was the only one in the alley and saw a car pull up. The driver got out of the car, headed toward a parked car, and proceeded to kick at the driver's side door until he dented it. Then kicked the side mirror off. After that, he got back in his Audi and drove away.
I was there the whole time, just watching him attack the car as I slowly walked with my crutches toward the sidewalk. I wasn't really sure what to do. I couldn't really stop the man, and honestly didn't want to get in the way of a man taking out his rage on a car. But the only thing I thought to do, was take note of the license plate.
Most of the cars in the alley belong to Luce delivery drivers, so I told them when I got there what had happened. Sure enough, it was an employee's car. He was very grateful that I got the license plate and I guess I'm now a witness on the police report. I don't know if they will contact me about it. I'm sort of curious what happens in situations like this and if I need to do any more than just be the good Samaritan. So far, I've been rewarded with some free beer, pizza and carrot cake, and love Luce even more.
A man kicking in a car.
I was the only one in the alley and saw a car pull up. The driver got out of the car, headed toward a parked car, and proceeded to kick at the driver's side door until he dented it. Then kicked the side mirror off. After that, he got back in his Audi and drove away.
I was there the whole time, just watching him attack the car as I slowly walked with my crutches toward the sidewalk. I wasn't really sure what to do. I couldn't really stop the man, and honestly didn't want to get in the way of a man taking out his rage on a car. But the only thing I thought to do, was take note of the license plate.
Most of the cars in the alley belong to Luce delivery drivers, so I told them when I got there what had happened. Sure enough, it was an employee's car. He was very grateful that I got the license plate and I guess I'm now a witness on the police report. I don't know if they will contact me about it. I'm sort of curious what happens in situations like this and if I need to do any more than just be the good Samaritan. So far, I've been rewarded with some free beer, pizza and carrot cake, and love Luce even more.
Monday, July 19, 2010
12, 8, & 2 years ago...
July 17th and 18th are dates I will probably always remember. For very different reasons.
Twelve years ago, on July 17, 1998, I went to the Smashing Pumpkins concert in Minneapolis. The concert was held in the parking lot off Hennepin Ave that is now Block E. I got hit in the head with a glass bottle, got an amazing back eye and 7 stitches. Thankfully the scar is in my eyebrow and for the most part, unnoticeable.
Two years ago, on July 17, 2008, I fell off my bike on Hennepin Ave right by Loring Park. The diagnosis was a closed wound head injury, but thankfully not a concussion. The only two head injuries I've sustained have been on the same day, ten years apart.
Eight years ago, on July 18, 2002, I met a boy to walk around Lake Calhoun. We walked around all night just talking. I knew that night I would marry him. And I did, 6 years later. I told that story at our wedding. We were young when we met and I knew that we wouldn't get married for awhile, but I knew that someday we would.
Sometimes, its fun to think back about how things were. Obviously, the injures aren't as fun to think back on, but my first date with Adam is. I recall when our friends started to notice that we were spending more time together at parties and when the word spread that we went out on a date. A few friends were trying to play match-maker, not realizing that we'd already made the match. My sister tried to set us each up with different people not realizing that we weren't interested on anyone else. As our relationship started, I was getting ready to leave for England. I knew I had 6 weeks to spend with Adam before I left for 4 months. I was only 20.
I think back to the chain of events that had to happen for me to even meet Adam. Starting in 1997. If I had been in a different English class Sophomore year, had I sat in a different seat, I wouldn't have become friends with the boy who worked with the boy who lived with the boy that was in a band with Adam. Yeah, that's a hard one to follow, but it took 3 friends and 5 years for Adam and I to meet. It's one of those things that I wonder about. If all of our friends had not aligned, would we have met at a different time? If we hadn't have met when I was 20, would we have been given a chance later in life, or was that it?
I guess I don't need to know the answer. Everything happened just as it should.
Twelve years ago, on July 17, 1998, I went to the Smashing Pumpkins concert in Minneapolis. The concert was held in the parking lot off Hennepin Ave that is now Block E. I got hit in the head with a glass bottle, got an amazing back eye and 7 stitches. Thankfully the scar is in my eyebrow and for the most part, unnoticeable.
Two years ago, on July 17, 2008, I fell off my bike on Hennepin Ave right by Loring Park. The diagnosis was a closed wound head injury, but thankfully not a concussion. The only two head injuries I've sustained have been on the same day, ten years apart.
Eight years ago, on July 18, 2002, I met a boy to walk around Lake Calhoun. We walked around all night just talking. I knew that night I would marry him. And I did, 6 years later. I told that story at our wedding. We were young when we met and I knew that we wouldn't get married for awhile, but I knew that someday we would.
Sometimes, its fun to think back about how things were. Obviously, the injures aren't as fun to think back on, but my first date with Adam is. I recall when our friends started to notice that we were spending more time together at parties and when the word spread that we went out on a date. A few friends were trying to play match-maker, not realizing that we'd already made the match. My sister tried to set us each up with different people not realizing that we weren't interested on anyone else. As our relationship started, I was getting ready to leave for England. I knew I had 6 weeks to spend with Adam before I left for 4 months. I was only 20.
I think back to the chain of events that had to happen for me to even meet Adam. Starting in 1997. If I had been in a different English class Sophomore year, had I sat in a different seat, I wouldn't have become friends with the boy who worked with the boy who lived with the boy that was in a band with Adam. Yeah, that's a hard one to follow, but it took 3 friends and 5 years for Adam and I to meet. It's one of those things that I wonder about. If all of our friends had not aligned, would we have met at a different time? If we hadn't have met when I was 20, would we have been given a chance later in life, or was that it?
I guess I don't need to know the answer. Everything happened just as it should.
Friday, July 16, 2010
2 months.
I really wanted to post yesterday as it was the 2 month anniversary of my motorcycle accident. But, the act of having to go retrieve my computer and actually write was something that wasn't going to get executed. So, I'm writing today. 2 months + a day.
The past two months feel like they have flown by. It feels like its been a series of stages. The initial crash, then getting diagnosed, prepping for surgery, recovering from surgery. Two week increments that are all adding up to the last 8 weeks.
On a positive note, the one thing the surgeon told me to work on post recovery, I can finally do. I can lift my leg up. Yes, this sounds like a simple task. But, after surgery and not using my leg for a couple days, it was about the hardest task ever. I had my first round of Physical Therapy on Wed and a day later, I could do it. Lifting my leg also means that I can stop using crutches. Which is a great feeling. Another 2 week milestone. And hopefully in another 2 weeks I will no longer need a brace. Of course, I will still be recovering, but it will be nice to be able be able to wear pants again.
If I hit a milestone every two weeks, I'm completely OK with that. Baby steps to full recovery and little things to keep me motivated along the way. Two weeks ago, I felt awful. Pain meds were making me sick, it was my birthday (which I haven't acknowledged at all), and even the thought of moving was a horrific thought. Now, I'm walking unaided. I'm slow and bit unsteady, but it can only get better from here.
The past two months feel like they have flown by. It feels like its been a series of stages. The initial crash, then getting diagnosed, prepping for surgery, recovering from surgery. Two week increments that are all adding up to the last 8 weeks.
On a positive note, the one thing the surgeon told me to work on post recovery, I can finally do. I can lift my leg up. Yes, this sounds like a simple task. But, after surgery and not using my leg for a couple days, it was about the hardest task ever. I had my first round of Physical Therapy on Wed and a day later, I could do it. Lifting my leg also means that I can stop using crutches. Which is a great feeling. Another 2 week milestone. And hopefully in another 2 weeks I will no longer need a brace. Of course, I will still be recovering, but it will be nice to be able be able to wear pants again.
If I hit a milestone every two weeks, I'm completely OK with that. Baby steps to full recovery and little things to keep me motivated along the way. Two weeks ago, I felt awful. Pain meds were making me sick, it was my birthday (which I haven't acknowledged at all), and even the thought of moving was a horrific thought. Now, I'm walking unaided. I'm slow and bit unsteady, but it can only get better from here.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Back and sort of rolling.
I had knee surgery on June 30th. ACL reconstruction and fix (clean up) of a meniscus tear on my left knee. I had intentions of writing about it sooner, but it was one of those things that was easier to think about than to act on it. The pain meds I was one just wore me out and made me sleepy, so I spent a lot of time sleeping.
Overall, the surgery went well, or so they say. I'm starting physical therapy this week. Hopefully that goes well. I'm still on crutches. Hopefully I'll be off them soon. I need to be able to hold my leg out straight before I can do it. Getting close, but still not there. Amazing how something that used to be so easy is now so difficult.
This was my leg after surgery. The blue tube like thing is actually just an ice pack. They sent me home from the hospital with a cooler that attaches to my leg to keep it consistently cold. It was sort of loud and annoying, but very functional.
I had my post surgery doctor check up today. He gave me a smaller ace bandage to wear and shortened the brace a little. But I still have to wear it till the end of the month.
Let's just say, I'm looking forward to August. And well, 2011 in general when I'll *hopefully* be cleared for all of my regular activities again. With a modified activity brace of course. I'll be brace bound for running & soccer for quite a while. It really makes me wish I hadn't been thinking "it's so nice to get to run without a knee brace" the weekend before I crashed. I was out for my long run and was thinking about my previous knee injuries and how annoying they had been. Well, it's been a fun year brace free. At least my right knee hasn't been giving me any trouble for a while, otherwise this whole fiasco could be a lot worse.
I'm just trying to stay positive and keep looking ahead toward recovery. Its really the only way to go about it. So, here's to the future and hopefully a knee-brace free August.
Overall, the surgery went well, or so they say. I'm starting physical therapy this week. Hopefully that goes well. I'm still on crutches. Hopefully I'll be off them soon. I need to be able to hold my leg out straight before I can do it. Getting close, but still not there. Amazing how something that used to be so easy is now so difficult.
This was my leg after surgery. The blue tube like thing is actually just an ice pack. They sent me home from the hospital with a cooler that attaches to my leg to keep it consistently cold. It was sort of loud and annoying, but very functional.
I had my post surgery doctor check up today. He gave me a smaller ace bandage to wear and shortened the brace a little. But I still have to wear it till the end of the month.
Let's just say, I'm looking forward to August. And well, 2011 in general when I'll *hopefully* be cleared for all of my regular activities again. With a modified activity brace of course. I'll be brace bound for running & soccer for quite a while. It really makes me wish I hadn't been thinking "it's so nice to get to run without a knee brace" the weekend before I crashed. I was out for my long run and was thinking about my previous knee injuries and how annoying they had been. Well, it's been a fun year brace free. At least my right knee hasn't been giving me any trouble for a while, otherwise this whole fiasco could be a lot worse.
I'm just trying to stay positive and keep looking ahead toward recovery. Its really the only way to go about it. So, here's to the future and hopefully a knee-brace free August.
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